Steve Pool is promising eighty degrees by Saturday, but we know better than to hang our hopes on the emptiness that is a Seattle weather person’s five-day forecast. Just go outside, shit is cold. If summer is going to spring back into form like a sunny Lazarus, we won’t complain--but right now it’s taking more faith than us heathens can afford. Coming off maybe the wettest Bumbershoot in memory, this feels like an appropriate time to reflect on the summer in the past tense.

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